A blind man contemplates beauty
Feeling the warm sun shining on his face.
He stands high on the cliffs acute edge,
Unaware of his place near the end of the earth.

Blue jays near-by sing gleeful songs
While joyfully jumping from tree to tree.
He heard loose pebbles bounce, skip, and fall
The long way down deep into the chasim below.

Having drink from the deepest seas,
He still tastes the cool salt water on his face.
He remembers cold crisp ocean sprays
As waves crashed against sharp rocks caging them in place.

Rocks held back floods threatening land
Allowing fragile lithe flowers too bloom.
They generously share their beauty
Filling warm air with sweetly scented perfumes.

A blind man smells her fragrant scent
Knowing beauty although his eyes don't see.
Beauty is not in the beholder's eyes,
But in her every touch, true heart, and living free.

True beauty is music to his ears,
A sirens song for the world to hear.

Nice poem .